He was a humbug sort of guy, always a bumper in the republican caucus meetings, right on the edge of an independent. He didn’t believe a magical fairy godmother would suddenly descend on the radical speechifiers and turn their words of spam into a rib-eye steak.
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Can You Tell A Story In…
Road Trip
All in
Buckle up
Car packed
Double check fuel
End bickering
Follow rules
Google some maps
Have a snack
I’m the boss, not you, Benny
Juice boxes in cooler
Koolaid in the thermos
Look at those mountains
Mirage, you think
Not real
Old sands
Positioning in breezes
Quick, your phones,
Right over there
Sand dunes
Take a picture
Unbelievable
Very soft
White shifting mountains
Xenoliths aren’t found here
You’ll need to look that up
Zoom call your uncle, he’ll know.
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W3 Prompt #200: Wea’ve Written Weekly
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“Every color I can think of and nationality, we were all touched by Dr. King because he made us like each other and respect each other.” Lena Horne
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One-Liner Wednesday – Plans?
Pretty in a pink tutu and ballet slippers too, Susie was ready to dance. She was only three, but had been taking gymnastics, dance and tap lessons for six months. She was always flitting around the house and her grandmother Becky, encouraged it. Her grandmother secretly had wanted to be a ballet dancer in her youth, however, attending any classes was out of the question. When she had a daughter, she saw that she attended class and as a teen, danced in gigs around the state. When Becky had grandchildren, she enjoyed watching them in any form of dance and sports.
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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 02/24/2026
He stared at the paper stating his friend Joe was his son’s dad. Thinking of how much Mikey resembled and started acting like his friend, he wondered why he had never equated the fact they were so alike in personality. Richard had served in the Marines overseas for two years coming home on leave twice, back when it might have been possible for Joe to be his wife’s lover, but…he could not think of it! He crumpled up the paper and decided to resume the loving family he previously thought he had. And it was, had been ever since he returned home for good. Timing and birth days be damned. Everything was perfect before this piece of paper appeared. Richard threw the crumpled paper into the fire.
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Fandango’s Story Starter #236
Maui
Beautiful sands
Clear green-blue ocean waves
Rolling in and out for surfers
Divers
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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 41: TRIP is your inspiration.
winter day
clouds moving swiftly
cold lingers
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wind sneaks in
windows forming ice
frosted scenes
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trees, bushes
bend, laden with snow
white, heavy
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frozen lakes
beckoning skaters
icy dance
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cold winter landscapes
wild geese flying overhead
white puff clouds moving
faded sun tries warming us
winds declare the freezing win
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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 53, Rensaku, 2/24/26
Too soon I say, the man complained
His tolerance for sweets was strained
He just avoided the Christmas sweets
When along comes Valentine’s down the street
Chocolate was forbidden you see
No candy at all, said his Doctor, Zee
Joe couldn’t even shop in stores
All the seasons had chocolate galore
Joe decided to ask his pharmacist
Is there a pill to make me resist
The holiday candies on display
The drug counter guy said, no way
So this story is long and very sad
Finding poor Joe who had gone mad
He broke into a confection shop
Swarmed, then died from chocolate drops
He ate and ate, got very sick
But now in heaven he just says “ick“
When craving something, use my rule
Try a tiny bit and your taste is soothed.
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